We're back from hell {O - Bloodclan prisoners return}

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    Peregrinepaw snarled. "No. You show some respect. Look at who you're talking to." The hite tom replied roughly. On the inside, he was dieing from a broken heart.

    "I'm talking to an immature apprentice who wants everyone to pay attention to him, that's who." Wildpaw meowed simply. She refused to speak to this imp any longer, and she turned her gaze to Gracefulpaw.
    "No, Grace, sit down. Don't go after her - it isn't worth it." She meowed, her brow creased with worry.

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    [Center][font=georgia][color=black]He tried to ignore the words that were begging to come out, unfortunately in vain.
    "You couldn't lay a claw on me," he meowed angrily. He was sick and tired of everyone being hostile. He was not BloodClan, he was not going to hurt anyone, and he was not a spy!
    He glared at Pergrinepaw with venom in his eyes.
    "Don't talk to her like that," he growled dangerously, lashing his tail. He turned away from the small white apprentice and returned to Wildpaw's side, licking her cheek twice.
    "I could careless about your burden, Wildpaw. I love you." His gaze turned to Gracefulpaw and he frowned.
    Where was their father?

    Wildpaw lashed her tail slightly, her eyes narrowed as she stared down the retreating form of the deputy. She wasn't sure what to expect from Wintercloud's mouth, and she didn't really care. Whatever it was, it must be lies. Some of the tension relaxed from her shoulders as Noonpaw pressed reassuringly into her side, like a statue, strong and resolute. Whatever this ugly world wanted to throw at them, she was sure they'd get through it together.

    ooc; omg i'm soooooo sorry i lost this thread :c bluey gave me the link but i forgot to click it and i'm SOOO sorry!


    twb and summerpaw murdered a few butterflies here and there.

    His single blue eye narrowed. "It would be illogical for me to be immature. I had to wise up and stop with kit play before I was even a kit in Hawkclan." Peregrinepaw turned his head away before it got worse.

    Louvrekit frowned at Pereginepaw. "Hey, back off a bit, okay? She's having perosnal problems, and you may think Wintercloud is right in this situation but both sides have a point. Go play with your kits." the last sentence came out as a sneer as the fawn calico she-cat wrinkled her top lip, revealing tiny ivory teeth.


    She had just found out that Houdiikit, who was one of her friends, was the son of Pereginepaw. The she-kit would no longer talk to Houdiikit or his father. She didn't want to get mixed up with cats like that.


    Louvrekit narrowed her sea-green eyes at the tom and arched her neck so her head was facing away from Pereginepaw and to Wildpaw and Noonepaw. She didn't particularily like their relationship either but at least Wildpaw wasn't pregnant with his kits. And she had nothing personal with him. Houdiikit on the other hand had been one of her friends. Now he wasn't. Because she jsut couldn't afford to be influenced by their or their parents' lives.

    The tiny apprentice's fur bristled as he read the kit's jaws out of the corner of his eye. His head turned to her. "Do you have a problem with my kits?" Peregrinepaw meowed, keeping calm.

    "Who's asking?" the tiny kitten growled angily as the stubborn she-cat wished to claw his eyes out. But her mother had tought her to be proper and civilized and to never fight without good reason.


    "I sure didn't ask you about how I feel, so back off." the fawn calico she-cat bristled slightly but kind of kept her cool before adding, "I just don't agree with apprentices having kits. It's wrong and utterly disgusting. You don't need to earn the love of a she-cat by mating. A tom who really loved his mate wouldn't risk her life. He'd keep her just the way she was, because if he truly loved her then he wouldn't need kits."


    And as the kit voice dher opinions she felt stronger, higher up off the ground as she stood taller, or as tall as the tiny kitten could be. "So stay away from me and keep your kits away from me, too." And whatever stupid she-cat agreed to mate with you. she added on silently.

    Peregrinepaw felt a low growl in throat begin. But he quickly silenced it. He had been told the same thing a thousand times already, and already pissed him off. Ever since the cougar attacked, the young life of his young son, Houdiikit, had been turned upside down. His son had been blinded and lost the use of his hindlegs. The runt wanted to kill himself at least once a week now. But he knew he couldn't, or Houdiikit would have no guidance in life that laid ahead.

    [Center][font=georgia][color=black]ooc. Who is Peregrine's mate?


    Noonpaw ignored the two, rolling his eyes. The daughter of Willowstar was really stuck up.
    Maybe Wildpaw didn't want kits. Maybe she was forced to bear kits, and maybe Louvrekit should just go back to the nursery. She was, after all, just a kit. An annoying one at that.
    The ginger tom nuzzled Wildpaw and purred quietly, flicking his tail.

    OC; *Formly* Milkpaw, but he won't move on. That and he's in a coma now.


    IC: TWB

    Wildpaw silently agreed with Louvrekit's words. She had planned to not have kits until she could handle them, as a warrior, with a tom of her choice. Sometimes, she thought perhaps she would just skip the whole love and kit package altogether. She had had ambitions to become deputy, to even be a leader. But that was not going to work out so well now. It wasn't as if she had chose to be this way. But she had to tough it out, and take good care of these kits, and be as mature about it as if she were actually a warrior. She shook her head at the mention of Peregrinepaw's kits. He was little more than a kit himself, wasn't he? She looked over at Noonpaw, her blue eyes full of sorrow.
    "I'm sorry you have to go through all of this sh**." She sighed. She had hoped their homecoming had gone a least a bit better than it did.

    Louvrekt gently touched Wildpaw's back with her tail and frowned. "Sorry. Don't listen to me. I just don't have a particular taste for kits. You may, and that is not my decision. But one thing does bother me; Wintercloud. She loves you wildpaw."

    Wildpaw looked over at Louvrekit. Rather ironic for her to say she didn't like kits, considering the fact that, even if she seemed to have forgotten, she was one.
    "I never wanted kits, really. I didn't choose this path. But it's one I must walk, and walk as well as if it were one I had chosen." Then she frowned, her expression darkening.
    "She loves me? Did you not just hear her announce to the entire clan that she hopes I die? If that's what's considered love, than I think I've just about lost faith in this world."

    "Wildpaw, she's stubborn. And you, being her daughter should know that. She's hiding herfeelings because she doesn't want to seem weak." The fawn calico kitten meowed.